4 March 2018 0 Comments

Who or What is at my Door?

This is a question we all ask when the doorbell rings or there is a knock at our door. We think, who is there wanting to bother us? Is it a package, a prank, a neighbor, a salesman or even a cop? It’s always a question and many times a concern.

But in the paranormal world, the knock or ring can be something much more sinister; a MIB , black eyed children or maybe a straight out demon. The one thing they (paranormal entities) all have in common, is of course their first objective, convincing you to give them permission to come in. It seems like they get extra leverage or power over you if they are inside your house. But they never seem to push or shove their way in, even if you are a frail elderly person, it’s all about the permission. It’s like the person inside the house is granting the outside entity special privileges, maybe just maybe to the insiders soul.

Its like in the vampire movies, the Vampire can never enter without permission, but if its granted, Katie bar the door  and the Vampire gains total power over the invitee, and they willfully submit to their every desire.

So, the reason I wrote this piece was because my neighborhood starting having encounters with three aggressive young people trying to get permission to come in her house and clean a carpet free with Dawn soap

It all seemed quite strange. And some of the encounters happened late evening in the dark, unusual time for a normal sales visit, now  it became a creepy sales visit .

They became very rude and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Let me note here, how this came to my attention. We have a neighborhood website covering several square miles of neighborhoods and hundreds of neighbors, which allows all of us to keep up with things like this, which I think is great.

Several people on the website, started encountering these door to door sales-people, and another aspect of the encounter was the fear and anxiety the homeowners noticed during and after the encounter, like many of the stories of the paranormal entities I mentioned above.  Interestingly enough, I believe the fear and anxiety is what saved the homeowners from the outsiders .

Something in the human psyche saves them, even the weak and meek. If not, I truly believe harm would come once permission was given, We will probably never know if the three door to door sales-people were just aggressive young people, maybe trying to case the house to steal some items or something more sinister.

Sleep tight , your home is your castle – protect your permission to enter to any stranger that feels not right.




10 February 2017 0 Comments

The Unexpected Encounter

To be honest with you all, I haven’t really given Energy Vampires much thought. Maybe I’ve met a few in my lifetime and I always thought they were a bit amusing. That doesn’t mean I didn’t take the matter itself seriously, I just found the people who claimed they were such creatures … weird.

I know that Reptilians are the superlative experts in this field along with some other Alien types but I always felt that people who wanted to be a part of these groups, psychotic wannabes. The very fact they desire human vivaciousness or blood makes me wonder how their physiology and mindset work.

This particular topic is quite the surprise even to me only because before this encounter, it was totally out of my hemisphere. Sometimes the path we travel … has other plans. As my fiancée and I were to find out, on this particular adventure, we unknowingly encountered a self proclaimed “former” Energy vampire.

This particular man, who claimed to be a former energy vampire, stated he preyed upon women. Yet still, oddly he relished in revealing this bit of information to us and what was even stranger was the fact that he proclaimed he no longer did this dastardly deed and professed with even more vigor that he now through reparation, shows women how to protect themselves from someone like himself.

As he was talking to us or should I say me, I noticed that what he was really trying to sell was his grandiose abilities by letting me know that I was open and unprotected. Notice how my fiancée was left out of this scenario. I kind had this weird sense of penis envy right then and there because I knew this man preferred women or should I say vaginas. He was mentally reading me in his slightly perverted way and I almost literally felt hands on my breasts. 

Interestingly enough, I did feel a strong pressure on my chest where my pendant was hanging. My gut told me to wear it that morning for some unknown reason and as he was talking to me, I knew my instincts were right on the money. He couldn’t get past the necklace and my fiancée moved in closer to me because he suspected something wasn’t right.

I interrupted him and told him he was off, way off because I was protected. He knew that I was blocking him and my fiancee was getting pretty tired of his antics. I looked into his eyes and notice that his pupils were really small. I found this really odd. At that very moment I got the creeps and I could tell that my fiancée was uncomfortable. I mean, right in front of my fiancée, this guy was making a play for me.

Needless to say and in a hurry, we said our goodbyes.

So what do you do when someone tries to take your energy, making no excuses for what they are doing? You look them straight in the eye and with your mind; make it very clear you know exactly what they are doing. Once they know you know, they usually back off.

He commented that in the past he fed off his partners which made us wonder what happened to those poor women. What are the effects of living with a man like him? I think they probably lost their vigor, zest for life and became lethargic. Depression through isolation probably was a mainstay for those women. They probably aged as he thrived.

We did notice he was odd in a non-descript way. That should have been our first warning. Secondly, when he talked, his words were contrived, almost as if he was speaking from a script. I could tell that he used this particular spiel on a lot of women. Thirdly, we didn’t know him at all, basically just strangers off the street and he was speaking to us from a self proclaimed Sage’s point of view or I should really say he was speaking down to me and more as an equal to my fiancée.

I know one thing for sure, that particular day he went hungry.